Tools and Timber

Bought a rusted van off a backroad lot Engine coughed but the frame was hot Had a dream, didn't need a plan Just a busted knuckle and a calloused hand Stacked two-by-fours where the seats once were Insulated walls with a prayer and a slur Laid down a floor like a frontier hymn And carved out freedom from the mess I was in With tools and timber, screws and sweat I built a life I ain't finished yet Every nail I drove, every board I cut Was a promise made when I'd had enough No blueprint soul, just a fire inside And a stubborn heart I couldn't hide Yeah, I built this dream with blistered fingers From tools and timber Hung a map where the mirror used to be So I'd never forget what it meant to leave Put a bed where the toolbox sat Now I sleep like a man who won't look back Drilled in lights for the midnight drives Hung some shelves for the coffee and knives It ain't pretty but it's built to roam And every inch of it feels like home With tools and timber, screws and sweat I built a life I ain't finished yet Every nail I drove, every board I cut Was a promise made when I'd had enough No blueprint soul, just a fire inside And a stubborn heart I couldn't hide Yeah, I built this dream with blistered fingers From tools and timber Ain't no mansion, ain't no gold But it's got stories in every fold I bled, I cursed, I sawed, I prayed And I'd do it all again the same damn way With tools and timber, dreams and dust I traded walls for sky and trust Every bruise and every splinter Tells a tale that just gets richer No blueprint soul, just a fire inside And a heart that's learned how to ride Yeah, I built this life with blistered fingers From tools and timber